Dragoncrest Cliffs i'd like to ask you out on the hottest of dates

Watching them wheeling against the bright blue sky was little better than staring into the sun. Stingray had to tear his gaze away after a short time, and started when he realized the geezer was still there. He hadn't been paying any attention to what Gunnar said, but the tilt of his head was so on cue, it masked his preoccupation.

A lot of what was said went over Stingray's head. He wasn't stupid, but he wasn't acquiring language at quite the same pace as the average pup his age. Both Swordfish and Vixen could say more than him, and likely understood more than him, too. One would be hard-pressed to know it, between Fish's tendency to remain silent even though he could speak and Vixen's tendency to scream like a banshee in lieu of using her words, but Stingray was a little behind his siblings in that regard. A little ahead in the physical department to make up for it, perhaps.

His eyes snapped to Gunnar's tail when it whapped against the ground. He licked his nose, quivering with anticipation, and excitedly slapped the dirt with his own thin tail.